Pa' Repartir Lo Vivido
Duo Coplanacu
To Share What's Been Lived
My footprint was ahead
on familiar paths;
but then a storm came
and my destiny was erased.
A painful and lingering shine
crossed through my guitar:
it was the memories of elves,
wow, how beautifully they sang!
The landscape lit up,
my chest lit up too:
my bare feet were there
recognizing my ground.
A way to fly
without searching, I had found:
to bring out the verses from within
and give my song from within.
I am my own memory,
verses that I am gathering
to share what's been lived,
like someone sowing while singing.
Perhaps a silent scream
made of flesh and wood,
that enters the huayra muyoj,
to release chacareras.
As a countryman used to say,
there's no singing river without stones:
love and pain come together,
dancing in the dust.
I travel with the wind,
to sing to oblivion;
behind, the bird of oblivion
dies of longing.
